As I Was Grazing Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
I don’t think there is such thing as taste any longer, I think we are all in a long line to eat what we are feed, like in some cafeteria.
There may be a selection of things to eat, one group eats this food, likes this film, while others eat that and like that.
While the same old blockbusters rule the box office, the same old so-called classics rule the best-ever lists, some other old nonsense rules the critic’s POV.
It’s not just films, but music and books, fashion and, yes, food too.
We just have to admit we all are sheep, there is nothing new out there.
We are not creative, we are not free thinkers, we are just part of group longing for leaders.
We are the exploited masses waiting for marketers to throw things in our general direction.
Critics are not these great beings helping us rummage through the trash, they are but a part of the machine.
Academics are no better, and they just push the party line of one of the few groups that make up the world.
No one here is special, and the ones who claim they are are in denial, yet they are at least better than the ones who have mainlined the punch and pretend that it’s okay.
Can we any longer make our own decisions?
I say no.
Any one who says different is lying to themselves and to everyone else.